[Note to reader: I wrote this this morning when I was younger & irrevocably smitten. Enjoy—life, food, words.]
“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.” (psalm 34:8)
I, for one, have just eaten sweet coco jam with Gardenia Honey Oat Bread. The luscious caramel texture, the sweetness breaking your heart all over this world. The kicker: God is infinitely greater than sweet coco jam. (There is almost literally no comparison, I am ashamed to compare the two in the same sentence. )
I love sweet coco jam, with all my heart in fact. It is amazing. But come, come all ye faithful.
The corollary? God > amazing.
You see, blessings are rarely isolated. Never, in fact. A rain cloud only hangs on air, you will never find one without.
You will never find fingers without a palm. (unless we sound the macabre alarm)
Every smile needs a face, otherwise you are just seeing things.
You see, we are all interconnected.
Let us create a flowchart. In tiny circles, we will place such niceties as sweet coco jam. Bicycles. Puppies named Ted, & Bingo. And then we will connect them with lines to squares of everything else, like oyster shells & bamboo poles & Kevin Bacon.
And then we will connect them to Him from whom all blessings flow.
Kevin Bacon, you may ask? Well, he was great in Tremors. And who cannot admire the naked brilliance of names like Ted & Bingo for dogs who are so well-admired by their owners, who care not that their pets’ names are not as ‘cool’ as other peoples’—Sharpshooter, or Billy the Kid, etc.
There are blessings hid away in every moment under the sun. It is to us to search them out, to live life wide-awake & beaming, perhaps even dreaming—but it starts with what is. It will lead to what could be.
I am personally glad that I do not have a dog named Bingo, but I am glad for the sweetness of coco jam in a jar. I am also happy that “jam” and “jar” sound so nice together, I had unwittingly made use of that poet’s friend “alliteration,” the one we keep in a medium-sized cardboard box by our beds & PCs and who wants to come out & be fed more than he should
But I am rambling far too long now, & there are other things to do. O, to live an art life. To enjoy life like coco jam & point to its Maker beyond the heavenly skies.
Good day, sweet friend. (:
(10.22.11)
